MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE'S POVI stood at the altar of the huge church, shifting my weight from one foot to another in nervousness and glancing at my wristwatch every five minutes.The congregation watched me in askance, probably wondering where the fuck my bride was.I had no idea why mi esposa wanted the wedding to be done in a church, but what mi amor wants she gets.The officiating minister stood with a placid expression but I could tell that he was getting really impatient.I ran my hand through my hair in frustration and glanced at the huge brown grandfather clock on the opposite wall.Mi amor wasn't here yet because she had some mafia work to take care of a few hours earlier, which bothered me. I mean, who tortures people a few hours before her wedding? The woman is a sadist.The entire congregation put on relieved expressions as they finally noticed her walking down the aisle with Mr. Taylor. I audibly gasped at her sheer beauty and the officiating minister straightened up from
MADRID, SPAIN: RENÉE'S POVGunshots, screaming, and running was all my sensitive ears could pick up on.Filthy bastards!Who dared to crash my wedding, Renée Taylor's wedding? They're all going to pay with their lives, literally.Charlie possessively pushed me behind him so he could shield me from the chaos ensuing. Like I needed it? Come on, I was the Queen of the English mafia.The officiating minister had already disappeared, and the congregation which consisted of men of the English, Italian and Spanish mafias were fighting back.Grabbing my hand Charlie dragged me to a corner where a brown door stood, without warning, he opened it and shoved me in locking me inside.I banged on the door."What the hell, Charlie! Let me out! I definitely don't need protecting. Let me out or you'll regret it." I screamed, banging harder.Oh forget it.I mustered strength and punched a hole in the door. Ignoring my now bruised knuckles, I passed my hand through the hole and unlocked the door. When I
RUSSIA, MOSCOW: 3RD PERSON'S POVThe furious woman slammed her fists onto the poor table in front of her. Her rage could be enough to send the table crumbling."I can't believe it. How could she have managed to thwart all three attempts to end her life? I mean, who blows up a church? She is as sadistic as her useless father." The woman all but growled.The man sitting quietly at the corner of the room glanced at the table she was banging her fists on with sympathy.The table, which was always at the receiving end of the woman's pent up anger, looked like it was ready to give up and give way."Like Diego stated once, if you want something done you must do it yourself. The Russians failed us. The people they connived with, Delilah, Sabrina and Leila also failed us. You need to take Matters into your own hands if you want the bitch dead." The man commented.The woman had been planning for years. She had only stroked three times, indirectly at that, but her daughter had always managed to
RUSSIA, MOSCOW: RENÉE'S POVFLASHBACK"Hey Ren, which one looks better on me? The red one, or the black one?" Mandy asked.She was holding two identical negligees but with a different colour each.I shrugged while typing away on my phone. I did not really give a fuck. She could buy both, why choose?The girls dragged me here for a girls' hang out because they thought I worked too hard and needed to loosen up and have fun.I didn't want to be anywhere near here, specifically the store we were currently in. Victoria's Secret. Being in a store like this made me feel extremely uncomfortable."Don't pay her any attention. Ren is just being...well, Ren. I personally think the red one is better." Esme commented.I could literally sense the look of disapproval she shot at me. I decided to also not pay her any attention, and continued typing away."I'll just take this. Thank you very much." Someone voiced out.And before I could protest, my phone was successfully pried out of my steel grip by
RUSSIA, MOSCOW: RENÉE'S POVIt had been days since I got taken, and I'd been kept in this same cell ever since. Due to the constant torture, the cell now reeked of my sweat and my blood.The woman who gave birth to me, fed me once every forty eight hours with cold gruel and a bottle of water. Now I felt Oliver's pain.Although the torture I received was unlike anything I had ever seen, I still hadn't broken down. But as I noticed Mrs. Klein enter my cell for the first time in four days, I knew I was going to break today. I could feel it in my bones."Ren dear, are you sure your husband really cares for you? It's been seven days already, why the bloody hell is that bloke still not here?" She snapped in that British accent of hers.Now I knew what caused my dad to fall for her in the first place.When I didn't respond, she just sighed and opened her shitty mouth to speak, "Don’t worry, today's torture session will surely get him here quicker than you can die."She smirked and headed for
UNKNOWN LOCATION: CHARLIE'S POVI watched the recent video Mrs. Klein sent me with teary eyes. Mi amor could end up being traumatized.What I didn't understand, was how a mother could be so cruel to her only daughter. It was so nerve racking to see the way mi amor was being tortured by her own mother, her own flesh and blood. Didn't she feel even an ounce of remorse?I needed to hurry if I was going to save Ren from this trauma. I was going alone as the bitch of a mother demanded, but my men and gang were close by.Immediately my jet landed in Mr. Taylor's airport in Russia, my phone dinged. Another video. How the woman even managed to get my phone number was still a mystery to me.I opened it. I had no idea why, but Mr. Taylor and my dad encouraged me to watch every single video. They later explained that it'd fuel my anger the moment I came face to face with Mrs. Klein and the rapist, so I could end them mercilessly.I quickly sat in the waiting Bugatti to watch the new video.I loo
MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE'S POV"Push, Ren! Push!" I yelled at my wife as she screamed in pain, about to give up already.Our baby was almost here, she couldn't give up now.We had no idea what the gender of the baby was. We held back on knowing it as bets were made, and mi amor and I wanted it to be a surprise."Don't fucking tell me to push! You think this is easy? Why don't you try carrying the baby next time, you arsehole?" She growled at me, giving one last big push anyway.My mum was able to get the baby out after that push. She awed at it before hurriedly taking it away to get it cleaned up."I bet it's a girl." Sole stated, and Mandy, Jackie, Esme and Mr. Taylor backed her up."No way! It's obviously a guy." Mike countered, and, Jack, Carlisle, John, Calvin, my dad and I backed him up.Whether it was a guy or girl I didn't mind, but it better be a guy.Mr. Taylor had warned that the era where women reigned the English mafia had started when Ren took over as Queen instead of Calvi
MADRID, SPAIN: RENÉE'S POV"Is she asleep yet?" I asked Charlie when he entered our room.Three years old Isabella, or Bella as she liked to be called, was a handful. Sometimes I wished she would just sleep for a hundred years, so I could get some peace in this home."Yeah! Finally." Charlie replied as he jumped onto the bed. Typical!Well it's only been three years since I gave birth to Isabella, and the arsehole managed to get me pregnant again. I'm glad though, don't get me wrong. It's just, I couldn’t help but think about the pain that came with giving birth. Plus, I wasn’t so sure about having another Isabella."Since this is the first time the little brat went to bed early, how bout we do something together?" Charlie asked."Sure!" I agreed.He carried me bridal style and headed for the home theatre. Ever since I got pregnant again, the only thing we did for fun was watching movies.When we got there I immediately sent him to get me a huge bowl of popcorn. I was starving and I h
BALI, INDONESIA: ISABELLA’S POVWhen Dimitri had told me that we’d be going to mall tonight to watch a movie at the cinema, I was ecstatic. I mean, what could go wrong?It was when we finally arrived at the cinema that I found out he had bought tickets to a horror movie, The Exorcist: Believer. Just like my mum I wasn’t good with horror movies.No matter how hard I tried to not get scared shit, movie night with my friends ended with my face buried in pillows for most parts of the movie. Rosalie had gotten my father’s insane love for horror, and we ended up having silly arguments anytime we had to pick a movie to watch as a family.I tried all I could to convince Dimitri that horror and me was never a good idea. Unfortunately he didn’t take me seriously, and literally carried me into the theatre so we could take our seats.Aji had been tasked to get us popcorn and drinks. I silently prayed he got us a large bucket, so I could focus only on finishing it up. If that didn’t work, I would
BALI, INDONESIA: DIMITRI’S POVAfter I carried her back to the bedroom things got heated between us pretty clearly. This time I left out the cuffs, and gave her the chance to show me what ecstasy felt like. That amazing mouth of hers worked wonders on my dick, and it made me crave for her more. I could not get enough of Isabella.We had agreed that she would continue to take the pill. We weren’t ready to bring little ones into our messed up lives. I realised yesterday that I was still sore from my mother’s death.To tell my wife about how her mother-in-law died, I needed to muster a lot of emotional strength. I definitely wouldn’t like to break down in front of her.The next morning the cook had prepared some nasi goreng. It was the Balinese version of fried rice with fresh veggies. The delicious dish had been served with fried eggs, and I could tell Isabella enjoyed it very much.Today I planned to take her on a tour of Bali. I would take her to a few tourist sites in the area. I cal
BALI, INDONESIA: ISABELLA’S POV I woke up to an empty bed the next day. I sat up and looked around in confusion. Dimitri definitely wasn’t in the bedroom, but there were colourful paper bags at the foot of the bed. I checked them out to satisfy my curiosity. They contained clothes, make up, and heels. I had forgotten that I didn’t get the chance to pack anything for the trip, but my phone.These clothes definitely wouldn’t do for the short time we were to be here, I’d have to go shopping. I got up from the bed and opened a door in hope that it lead to a bathroom. I found a jacuzzi bath tub, already filled with water and floating red roses. I took off the sheet I had wrapped around my body and stepped into the tub.I dressed up later, and left the bedroom to find Dimitri in the kitchen. The cook had arrived, and had prepared breakfast. When I first noticed the numerous stacks of pancakes, fried eggs, and cut bananas, I thought it was all too much for just two people.That was until I
BALI, INDONESIA: DIMITRI’S POVMy jet landed safely at the Denpasar International airport in Bali. The car I had recently purchased and the driver I’d hired were waiting patiently for us. I got off the jet first and helped Isabella to come down without tripping over her dress.When her heels finally touched the ground, I swept her off them and into my arms. I walked us to the black Mercedes-Maybach, and the driver opened the door to the backseat so that I could put her in. I got in beside her, and the driver shut the door after us.Aji took his seat and revved the engine, while I sent him the directions to my penthouse. It was located metres away from the world famous Uluwatu Beach, and had a great view of the ocean. I bought it a year ago with the idea that if my dad became too much for me to handle I’d just go there to lay low for a few months.It was beautiful, and I had no doubt that Isabella would love it. I paid some people to set the mood for us before we arrived. When Aji pull
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POV I was dressed in a charming applique V-neck wedding dress with spaghetti straps. It was elegant and backless with a long train. I held a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and the other held on to my dad’s arm. We gracefully walked towards where Dimitri stood with the officiant. The bridesmaids, Alice and Rosalie, had already gone before me with the maid of honour, Jessica. Dimitri’s best man, Sam, stood beside him and had his gaze fixed on my sister. She did look stunning in her outfit. Who could blame him? I caught Dimitri’s gaze when I drew closer to him and held it even after my dad gave me away. The ceremony began, and I hadn’t even realised that I had been holding my breath in anxiety. There was this sinking feeling in my stomach that something would go wrong. We took turns reciting our vows and then slipped a ring on each other’s finger. It was when Dimitri was told that he may kiss the bride, did shit hit the fan. Gunshots rang out from every po
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POVI went to Jess’ room when I returned from Laurent’s house. She was in bed watching a Netflix series on her laptop. I got onto the bed, and buried my head in her pillows to groan as loud as I could.“Let me guess, Dimitri signed the contact.” She commented.“Yeah, and I had to tell Laurent everything.”“And it obviously didn’t go well, but not bad enough to make you cry.”I turned my head to face her, “If my parents have thought me anything, it’s to fall with your head and not your heart.”Jess didn’t reply, something had caught her attention. It was her phone. Out of curiosity I leaned over her MacBook to get a look, but she quickly turned off the phone. I mentally rolled my eyes. I knew all six numbers of her passcode.“What was that?” I enquired, scrutinizing her facial expression in case she’d lie to me.“Noah sent a nude photo of him, and it’s for my eyes only.” She replied, and waved me away with a hand.I shook my head and fell back on to the bed
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POV“Dimitri has not signed the contract yet. There will be no partying until he has done so, and I do hope that he does not.” I told them, and dropped unto my bed.“Huh, wait, so it’s not a joke.” Jasper spoke up, and I groaned loudly in response.I really wished it was just that, a joke, but it wasn’t. My parents had literally put an entire institution on my head. One I wasn’t sure I could carry without losing my balance and falling.I politely told my friends that I needed some time to think, and they left my room one after the other. Edward however stayed behind, and turned to me.I sat up to look at him, his expression was unreadable. He didn’t like this, but even if I wasn’t getting married to Dimitri, he till didn’t have a chance with me.“So this is it then, no turning back?” He enquired, not taking his eyes off me.“My mum threatened to kill Laurent.” I whispered.“Then let him die. Bella, your freedom and sanity is much more important.” He snapped
NEVADA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA: DIMITRI’S POVIt was almost nightfall by the time we made it to Vegas. Sam and I visited our favourite strip club to blow off some steam. The inside was already bursting with life, music, and dance when we got in. From past experiences I knew this was only the beginning, the actual fun was yet to come.Sam paid for a VIP seating so he could have a better view of the stage, and drinks at his disposal. He wasn’t here to cheat on his girlfriend. Well, I needed to get over the unforgettable moment I had spent with a certain blonde. I needed to fuck someone.I told Sam to give me a call when he was ready to leave, and left to go rent a champagne room. I paid for an exotic entertainer, and asked the server to leave us alone after he had poured me a glass of champagne. I held the glass in one hand as I sat in the large couch with my limbs spread open.The brunette gave me a lap dance in her intricate revealing black lingerie and red platform heels. I wasn’t
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POVWhen Rosalie finally replied my texts I had almost fallen asleep. Apparently Sam had spilled his guts to her, and she had still accepted him. Unfortunately he had been called back to Russia by his father, Diego’s right hand.Great. My sister and I had scored the Boss family of the Russian mafia. How did we get so lucky? I rolled my eyes alongside the heavy sarcasm.Rosalie had also spilled her guts to him. Not everything though, just what she felt he needed to know. When she turns sixteen, she and her gang will be transferred to Spain where their training would continue. This was so they could start running the Spanish mafia when she turns eighteen.If my dad didn’t get through to Diego, Sam and Rosalie getting married might just solve the problem. They would just have to wait until they were old enough. Eighteen and fourteen had an age gap when you thought about it, but it really wasn’t that huge.Fuck! My fourteen years old sister was in love with an